The Seeded Flow
I have let so many ideas go,
Believing they are seeds, nurtured to grow,
For my next one, I shall number and see,
Curiously watching it flow from me.
Yet being in the Omnipresent, divine grace,
God's smile impressing upon my face.
A drop of water, a grain of sand,
Significant in tending and sowing my land.
My mind, the soil, grows all things you,
I wave to the sky, beckoning Art Baby Blue,
Is it true, I ask, each word will return,
To ignite the flame, for which my thoughts yearn?
Certain I do, as my heart takes its boast,
A toast to God's imagination, my Lord and host.
For every idea, a seed, every word a kind,
Bringing my love into form, as His light aligns.
Sowing the certainty of creation and aligning it with the divine harmony of thought and manifestation. Calling forth gratitude and joy for the cyclical nature of ideas, words, and their inevitable growth.
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